Quotes on Inspirational Death

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

Do not say that every day you spend on this earth is a day closer to dying. Every day you spend on this earth is a day closer to finally living.

You're already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.

I firmly believe that when you die you will enter immediately into another life. They who have gone before us are alive in one form of life and we in another.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

I am fooling only myself when I say that my mother exists now only in the photographs on my bulletin board or in the outline of my hand or in the armful of memories I still hold tight. She lives on beneath everything I do. Her presence influenced who I was and her absence influences who I am. Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Perhaps passing through the gates of death is like passing quietly through the gate in a pasture fence. On the other side, you keep walking, without the need to look back. No shock, no drama, just the lifting of a plank or two in a simple wooden gate in a clearing. Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

A human life is a story told by God.